Four years ago today I was two days post op from LAR open surgery. My gut looked like the zipper of my hockey bag, I had a temp ileostomy that just kept filling with nasty green stuff. I had not eaten for three days and would go another five without food. Jello is not food. In three days I would be moved from ICU to the maternity ward and my surgeon would tell me that he had great news. I had a complete response. There was nothing but scar tissue where the tumor had been and all 24 nodes were clean. This was great news but I still wanted to slam that final nail in the cancer coffin, so I elected to go eight rounds with what would be my hardest foe in my journey, FOLFOX. After every round I wanted to quit, I would say to myself "I had a complete response, I don't need this shit, I am good to go" I never quit because I knew if ever had a recurrence my life would be filled forever with "what if's".
It was a tough year a year from hell to say the least but I got through it one day at a time. I eventually had my reversal when the mop up chemo ended. My life has changed like everybody who fights this evil disease and cancer will always be part of my life, just the daily visible scars I see in the mirror will always be a reminder. A reminder of how fortunate I was and how fortunate I am going forward. I found this forum a few months after my dx It says I joined Feb 25 2014 and my first post was March 11th a few days after my release from hospital. I have learned more about cancer from all the warriors here than I have anywhere else. Although I don't post much I visit almost daily. I have wept openly reading about the passing of many that gave me strength in my early days. There are so many but Kenny and Brownbagger quickly come to mind.
For those just starting out on the journey my number one advice to you...stay away from Dr Google. I had myself dead and buried at least five or six times. All those stats regarding survivorship are outdated and with all the new treatments survivorship is definitely tilting towards this side of the grass and it will continue to get better. Keep your chin up and try to stay positive. Set goals even minor ones and be determined to achieve them. For me getting back on skates playing hockey within a year of dx was what I worked towards and although I was rusty as hell I was back playing exactly 51 weeks after my dx. It was a big deal for me and I did it. We have the CN Tower here in Toronto and in April I will once again run up the 1776 steps for my fourth time since my year of hell and after my last years time I am less than a minute from elite status which is 15 minutes or less. I have gotten faster every year while getting older, weird. Take that cancer.
All you warriors here are my heroes and keep up the fight...There is light at the end of the tunnel and it's not always an oncoming train.